The Tennis Party (21 page)

He opened his eyes and looked around. He could vividly remember sitting in Patrick’s study, agreeing to take out a mortgage of eighty thousand pounds on his house. It wasn’t a dream. It had been a real, big-time deal. He tried to recall the feeling of exhilaration he had experienced; the buzz of confidence which it had given him. But what began to go through his mind instead was suspiciously like alarm.

As Annie came back into the room, Stephen started guiltily, as though she could read his mind.

‘How did the children sleep?’ he asked hurriedly.

‘Not very much,’ she said, grimacing. ‘I think it’s been one long midnight feast. Nicola wasn’t at all impressed when I told her to get up.’

‘Perhaps we should let her sleep in,’ said Stephen weakly.

‘Rubbish,’ retorted Annie. ‘I told her we were going to church. And the walk will wake her up.’

‘You seem in a very good mood today,’ said Stephen curiously.

‘Do I?’ said Annie, smiling. ‘I suppose I’m still reeling over the school fees.’

Stephen gazed at her blankly for a second – and then remembered. Of course. Caroline’s announcement last night.

‘Yes, that’s wonderful news,’ he said, trying to work up some enthusiasm. But he couldn’t get out of his mind the deal he’d done with Patrick. He felt he was in out of his depth. This was really business more for high flyers like Charles than people like him. He preferred things simple. And he had a growing sense of unease about taking out a mortgage when he didn’t really – despite what Patrick said – have the means to pay it.

He looked at Annie’s glowing face and decided not to say anything about it yet. Perhaps he would have a quiet word with Patrick later on and see whether he could reduce the loan, or maybe go into it more gradually. Patrick would be understanding. They were friends, after all.

The church at Bindon was fourteenth century and tiny. As Stephen, Annie, Nicola, Toby and Georgina
hurried through the churchyard – with only a minute to go – Stephen said, ‘Bets on the congregation in there already. I say six.’

‘I say ten,’ said Annie, giving him a reproving look.

‘I say fifty,’ said Nicola, who was used to a full, thriving family service at St Mary Magdalene in Silchester.

‘It’s not the same here,’ said Georgina kindly. ‘I say four.’

‘Oh dear,’ said Stephen.

‘I say forty-four,’ put in Toby, enunciating carefully. ‘I say forty-four.’

‘Do you, Tobes? And do you know why you say it?’ said Stephen, grinning at him.

‘Forty-four,’ said Toby obstinately.

Georgina was closest. There were, in fact, three members of the congregation already present at the service as they all trooped in. Two of these were Don and Valerie, who waved excitedly and gestured at the pew behind. Thankfully Stephen had already led the children into a pew on the other side, so Annie was able to smile and gesture apologetically back.

‘Dear God,’ said Georgina, sinking to her knees beside Annie, ‘please help me do well at the East Silchester gymkhana. Help me learn how to do a French plait. And help Nicola not be too scared to jump Arabia.’

‘Dear God,’ said Annie clearly, ‘please help some of Nicola’s friends realize she isn’t as old or as experienced at riding as them, and that jumping without a riding teacher there isn’t a very good idea.’

‘Oh, OK,’ said Georgina equably, without moving.

Afterwards, they waited politely in the churchyard until Don and Valerie appeared.

‘Smashing to see you,’ said Don. ‘It’s a sweet little place, isn’t it?’

‘Lovely,’ said Annie enthusiastically.

‘Yes, it’s a pretty village altogether,’ said Don. ‘Isn’t it, Val?’

‘Ooh! It’s lovely!’

‘The spot where we live has very good views,’ added Don. ‘Why not come back and see for yourself? We could have a bit of coffee and I could show you round the hotel.’

‘Well,’ said Annie doubtfully. She glanced at Stephen.

‘Ooh, do come!’ exclaimed Valerie.

‘Do we have to get back?’ Annie said to Stephen, raising her eyebrows.

‘Can’t think what for,’ said Don jovially. ‘Only thing you’ve got to do today is play Caroline and Patrick. And I doubt they’ll start without you!’

There didn’t seem any answer to that.

‘If you don’t mind,’ said Georgina suddenly, ‘I’ll
go back. I want to look for costumes for our play.’ Stephen looked at her in unwilling admiration. She was smiling politely, yet implacably, at Don.

‘Could you take Nicola and Toby back too?’ said Annie.

‘Of course,’ said Georgina. ‘I was going to anyway. I need Nicola to help me.’

Nicola flushed with pleasure, and Annie smiled at her. ‘Be careful!’ she shouted after them, as they ran off through the churchyard.

‘They’ll be all right,’ said Don comfortably. ‘Cars hardly ever pass through here. It’s a lovely spot. You wait till you see the view from the hotel.’

At first, Annie was too busy wondering how on earth Don was going to turn this wreck of a house into a hotel to notice the view. They had toiled for ten minutes up a steep, private track, which Don assured them at intervals of thirty seconds he was intending to modernize.

‘It stands to reason,’ he said, each time. ‘You’ve got to have good access to a place like this.’

Finally they reached the house. Don swung open the door, then told them to stand in the porch and look out over the hills.

‘Whenever I have my doubts,’ he told them, ‘I just stand here and look at that view. This is what it’s all
about.’ The others dutifully turned and followed his gaze. But Annie was staring, aghast, at the dark, dank corridor that gave off the front door.

‘Lovely, isn’t it?’ said Don, smiling down at her.

‘Oh, yes,’ she said, faintly.

‘Over there’, he said, pointing, ‘is where the new generator’s going to go.’

‘You aren’t wired up to the mains?’ said Stephen in surprise.

‘Well, no,’ said Don, his face dropping slightly. ‘Actually, it’s been a bit more of a problem than I thought it would.’ They all gazed silently at the patch of land for a few seconds. Then Valerie clapped her hand to her mouth.

‘Ooh, I know!’ she said brightly. ‘What about that coffee?’

Annie followed Valerie into the kitchen.

‘It’s quite a big project, this hotel,’ she said conversationally. ‘But I expect it’s quite fun, getting it all going.’

‘I expect so,’ said Valerie, putting on the kettle. ‘I don’t really see much of it, being in London all the time.’

‘Don’t you come down here at weekends?’

‘Sometimes. But it’s a long way away. And I often have to work at weekends.’

‘What do you do?’ asked Annie.

‘I’m personal assistant to an advertising account executive,’ said Valerie.

‘Ah yes,’ said Annie, none the wiser. ‘And is that a very demanding job?’

‘It is if you want to get on, like me,’ said Valerie. ‘A lot of girls treat it like, you know, a normal job. But if you want to get promotion quickly, you have to put in the extra hours. It pays off in the end.’ She uttered the words glibly, as though this was a message she had memorized.

‘Gosh,’ said Annie. ‘I suppose you’re right. And what are you aiming for?’ Valerie looked at her blankly, as she spooned instant coffee into mugs.

‘Well, you know,’ she said. ‘To get on. While I’m still young. Before I’m too far into my thirties. Before I settle down and have children.’ She giggled, rather embarrassedly. ‘You have to plan your career break in advance, you know. If you want to keep a toe on the career ladder. You can’t take time off just like that.’

‘Wow,’ said Annie. ‘I am impressed. I never thought ahead like that. I just went ahead and had children when I felt like it.’ She stared at Valerie, intrigued, as she poured hot water on the coffee. ‘I was never very good at planning ahead. When I married Stephen, that was it, I wanted a baby straight away.’ She laughed. ‘I expect you’re made of sterner stuff.’

‘Ooh,’ giggled Valerie. ‘Well, actually, I haven’t ever thought about it.’

‘But you obviously do want children? And your . . .’ she glanced at Valerie’s left hand, ‘your boyfriend?’

‘Ooh,’ exclaimed Valerie again. ‘I haven’t really had many boyfriends. I had one at university, but he went to live in the States. And what with my job, I don’t really have time to meet new people.’

‘That’s a shame,’ said Annie.

‘Not really,’ fluted Valerie. ‘The modern girl doesn’t need a man. Men hold you back and let you down. A job doesn’t. I don’t need a man; I’m independent. If men ask me out,’ she giggled, ‘I usually say I’m too busy. That puts them in their place.’ Annie stared at her in slight puzzlement.

‘But you want children one day,’ she said.

‘Ooh, yes,’ said Valerie. ‘Just not quite yet. I want to wait till my career’s more firmly established.’

‘And before you have children, you’ll want to find a man?’

‘Ooh, yes,’ said Valerie, and giggled excitedly.

‘And are you so sure’, said Annie bluntly, ‘that you’ll find one?’

Stephen and Don were standing in the room that would become the hotel lounge. It was a long, low room, with bare boards and recently plastered walls.

‘Well, this is a good-sized room,’ said Stephen cheerfully. ‘You should fit a lot of guests in here.’

‘Yes, I suppose so,’ said Don. ‘It’s funny, sometimes I forget that it’ll be full of guests. I’ve got used to it being empty.’

‘I suppose it’s quite a good investment just as a house,’ said Stephen.

‘That’s right,’ said Don. ‘It wouldn’t really matter if it never opened as a hotel. Apart from the fact I wouldn’t have any income!’ He gave a chortle. ‘But then, who needs money when you’ve got views like this?’

‘I suppose so,’ said Stephen, following Don’s gaze out of the window.

‘Thankfully I haven’t got a mortgage to worry about,’ said Don. ‘Not yet, anyway. I may need one later.’

Stephen’s insides contracted at the word mortgage. He was dreading having to ask Patrick to rethink the deal they’d made; reduce the loan he was taking out; basically chicken out of the world of high finance. It looked so feeble. And he was sure Patrick would shake his head at the opportunity Stephen was missing. But he couldn’t help his nature, Stephen thought to himself. He was just more cautious than Patrick. And he was naturally nervous of debt. Which was all a mortgage was, really. Debt. It was a word that
conjured up for him pictures of poorhouses, disgrace, wrecked lives. Ridiculous these days, when
everybody
seemed to have a mortgage. But that was just the way he was.

‘Of course, that rascal Patrick tried to convince me to take out all kinds of fancy loans,’ said Don amusedly. ‘You know what he’s like when he’s got you cornered.’ Stephen gave him a look of astonishment.

‘Not that I’m knocking him,’ said Don quickly. ‘I know he’s a friend of yours. No offence.’

‘Oh, no, no,’ said Stephen. Suddenly he wanted to hear more. ‘What sort of deal did he try to do with you?’ he said casually. ‘Just out of interest.’

‘Oh, he had some idea I should take out a mortgage on this place and let him make some money with it. I told him plain. I said that if he was about to start up a business like me, he’d be looking to decrease his debt, not increase it.’

Stephen felt a sudden wave of reassurance. So there was someone else in the world who didn’t see a mortgage as a desirable accessory to life.

‘He nearly got me,’ said Don, grinning. Stephen’s heart started pounding.

‘What did you do?’ he said, trying to sound unconcerned. Don looked surprised.

‘Well, I told him I’d take it away and think about
it. Then, of course, I called him up the next day and told him no thanks.’ He gave Stephen a beady look. ‘I never sign anything on the spot.’

Stephen felt a wave of mortification rush over him. That’s what he should have done. He should have told Patrick he’d go and talk it over with Annie. If he’d done that, if he’d left it a day, he would have quickly come to his senses; and now he wouldn’t be in this mess. He looked at Don’s amiable, sunburnt face. Don would never have allowed Patrick to talk him into signing. Don would have been cautious and prudent.

‘Is anything wrong?’ said Don. Stephen felt a stab of panic. He couldn’t let Don – or any of them – find out what a fool he’d been.

‘No, no,’ he said quickly. He smiled – unconvincingly he felt – and searched desperately in his mind for a way to change the subject. Don eyed him warily.

‘I wouldn’t like any of this to go back to Patrick,’ he said. ‘I have actually done some business with him since then – and I do think of him as a friend.’ There was a pause, and Stephen realized that Don was looking at him expectantly.

‘Oh, of course,’ he said hastily. ‘I won’t say anything to him.’

‘That’s all right then.’ Don grinned toothily. ‘Aha. I think I hear our coffee coming.’

The beaming smile with which Stephen greeted Annie as she came into the room bearing two mugs of coffee hid a thumping heart and a sensation of sickness. He felt despair at himself. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have been so thoughtless? How could he have done something as momentous as that without even consulting her?

‘Have some coffee,’ said Annie. ‘Careful, the mug’s hot.’ He smiled shakily at her, taking in her wispy brown hair, her cheerful, blue T-shirt, tucked into a floral, cotton skirt, her simple plimsolls. He looked down at himself, his old tweed jacket, unfashionable trousers, battered Oxford shoes.

What had he been thinking of? It was laughable to think he could ever be like the rest of them: rich, worldly, fashionable. He should have known he was on dangerous territory as soon as he entered Patrick’s sumptuous study. He saw it clearly now. Patrick was the sort of person who would do something like take out a huge mortgage and invest it – and would probably make his money twice over. He would pick the right investments, time his manoeuvres well, use his hunches to good advantage. But Stephen was the type for whom such an enterprise was bound to go disastrously wrong, no matter who was advising him, who was carrying out his investments. Stephen saw, with fatalistic clarity, scenes of stockmarket crashes,
company failures, panicked decisions. It was no good. If he had been the sort of person who was going to make a lot of money in life, he suspected he would have made it before now. And if he wasn’t, then it was probably better not to try. Better just to carry on as they were.